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Breaking out

 I am in the middle of a nightmare as far as my house is concerned but the insurance is sending an 'expert'.  'An expert of what?' I asked but they didn't seem to understand the question.  Just an expert.  The visit will last 45 minutes and he or she will arrive at 3.53 in a week's time.  That is a very precise time.  I wonder if he or she will sit outside for a minute if arrival occurs at 3.52.  Anyway the expert will either have a simple solution to the problem or half my house will have to be torn down.

To get away from all that I decided to go and play tennis, which I haven't done since January.  I was impressed at how I was hitting the ball, chasing down every shot and zipping around the court like a teenager.  I lost but not by much.  Today I can barely get up the stairs my legs are so stiff.  There are consequences to trying  to shave  50 years off your age.

I had to answer questions before my cataract operation.  The doctor asked, 'Are you allergic to 'Yod'?  I didn't have a clue what yod was and told him so.  He looked surprised.  'I am sure you would know if you were allergic to yod, so I will put no,' he said.  When I got home I looked it up in the dictionary.  Iodine.  

So the so called leader of the free world is actually the leader of a totally crazy group who believe his opponents, mostly democrats, are all paedophiles, that they drink the blood of new born babies and whose soul aim is to destroy Trump.  And people still vote for him?

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